It
is always risky to say or write anything against the Cause one is
supposed to be serving."
"To say _or write_." It dawned upon her all at once. The piece of the
letter she had missed, had been dropped in the stable up in the hills
and found by Sobrenski. It was all her own fault, sheer rank
carelessness. Emile had so often warned her against her fatal habit of
leaving everything about. She never locked up anything, jewellery,
clothes, money or papers.
Perhaps in the hurry of dressing that night, she had only taken with
her the first page, and when she was out her rooms had been searched,
and the rest stolen. Sobrenski would stop at nothing to get the
evidence he wanted. If she accused him of having taken it he would
simply deny the charge, and to seem anxious would be further evidence
that the letter contained something that would compromise either Vardri
or herself. In any case it appeared that the mischief was done. To
expect either justice or mercy from her enemy was out of the question.
She would try and fight him with his own weapon, feign ignorance, tell
lies if necessary.
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